Page 30 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
“You challenge me like a soldier,” he rasps, backing me into the cool metal wall of the workshop. “But you moan like a woman who’s already mine.”
His scaled hands grip my hips, his claws just grazing flesh—not enough to break skin, just enough to remind me of what he is.Nothuman. Not safe. And exactly what I want.
His mouth crashes into mine again, bruising and possessive, and I melt into the heat of him. The third eye on his forehead glows faintly between our foreheads. I want to ask what it sees—but right now, I’m too far gone to care.
He tears my shirt open—buttons scattering like shrapnel—and groans when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.
“Fuck, Josie…” he murmurs, staring. “These aremine.”
His mouth latches onto a nipple without waiting for permission. His tongue is hot, talented, and when he sucks, the ache in my pussy becomes a raw, desperate throb. I throw my head back and cry out, legs squeezing tighter around his waist.
“Say it,” he demands, licking a hard circle around the bud. “Tell me who this body belongs to.”
“You,” I gasp. “Yours. Always yours.”
That’s when he moves.
He spins,carryingme across the workshop. My back hits the workbench with a thud, and he doesn’t wait—just yanks my pants and underwear down in one fluid movement. I squirm under him, breath hitching as he drops to his knees and spreads me wide with his massive hands.
“Hold the edge,” he commands.
I obey, clutching the table behind my head as his mouth finds my pussy anddevoursme. His tongue is longer than a man’s, and the way he uses it—fuck. He doesn’t just lick—he explores. Flicking, stroking, tasting like he’s memorizing every twitch, every whimper.
When he finds my clit, he doesn’t tease. Heattacks.
“Shit—Dayn—!” My thighs tremble, pussy flooding his mouth as my orgasm hits fast and mean, a brutal burst that knocks the breath out of me.
But he’s not done.
Before the tremors finish wracking my body, he stands, grabs my waist, and flips meonto my stomachon the bench. His claws scrape along my back as he drags me to the edge, my legs dangling, ass in the air.
“Still wet,” he mutters, rubbing his cock between my cheeks. “Still fucking perfect.”
I feel the head of him—not just hot and hard, but thick andtextured.His cock isn’t smooth like a human’s. There are subtle ridges along the shaft, and when he presses into me, they stretch my walls in the most obscene, incredible way.
I cry out as he buries himself in one hard, claiming thrust.
“Fuuuck.” His voice shudders against my spine. “You grip me like you never want to let go.”
He pins me flat, one hand braced on the small of my back, the other gripping my wrists behind me. I can’t move. Don’twantto move.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, voice vibrating through my bones. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I choke out, face flushed against cold metal, pussy clenching around his cock like itknows.
He fucks me slow at first—deep and punishing, letting me feel every inch. The ridges along his cock rub my walls perfectly, the curve hitting places I’ve never known a man to reach.
But then the pace shifts.
Dayn releases my wrists, grabs my hips, and starts pounding. My cries echo in the workshop, mingling with the wet slap of skin and the scrape of his scales against my thighs. Each thrust rocks the bench. The sound of metal rattling under me is loud, but not louder than my gasps.
He pulls me upright, holding me against his chest, still buried deep.
“I want to see your face when I ruin you,” he murmurs in my ear. “I want to see those eyes when you come on me again.”
My legs are shaking, my whole body trembling—but I turn in his arms, and he lifts me effortlessly again. Like I weigh nothing. Like I’m a doll he canwreck.
This time he lays me back on a pile of schematics and greasy cloth, knees up, legs spread, and climbs between them. His eyes lock on mine—two blazing black, one burning red.
